Time slips through the hourglass
Look closely
As your life passes you by
Now is your time to die
The stairs fall
You start to walk slow
The electricity stalls
Leaving you with nowhere to go
Breaking the glass
Is lifting the curse
Breaking the glass
Is never your worst
(Breaking the glass)
Breaking the glass
Is easier said than done
One false move and you get spun
With the weight of the world on your shoulders
The sun is out
Your last days are near
With the swift blade of the knife
You shed your final tear
Breaking the glass
Is lifting the curse
Breaking the glass
Is never your worst
(Breaking the glass)
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